Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, though the whole idea came to me because of the fact the I do... Or rather DID own a copy of Trinity Blood vol 4 (The manga) And lent it to a friend of mine. Her laundry basket, the last place we had seen the book lying, ATE POOR ABEL!! And this little gem of a fic was born of that little chunk of knowledge and a few sleepless nights three girls in a room bored out of their skulls and did I mention sugar and caffiene? And thus, the Chibi Chronicles were born. Though Abel isn't Chibi exactly... he just shrank... This was originally going to be a one shot but my imagination and caffiene induced sense of humor pushed it a bit further than that. SO!! Without further adue... The first and for now only... Chibi Chronicles.
Abel vs the laundry basket.
Father Tres was going to retrieve an item for Lady Caterina. The only input on the object he had received was that she had it in her pocket the day before and hadn't seen it since. He had already checked all the areas she had been between the last sighting of the object and this morning when it could not be found. The logical explanation was that it had went into the laundry with her discarded clothes. He had asked her why she had not simply worn the object rather than place it in her pocket, her reply had been that it wasn't safe.
"Good morning Father Tres," giving a respectful nod to Sister Esther as he passed by her, he headed toward the laundries.
Continuing on, Tres arrived at his destination and began to search for Lady Caterina's basket. "Movement detected," a small shift in one of the other baskets caught his sensors, he turned his head, the movement ceased. Deeming it settling clothes, Tres continued on, he couldn't 'seem to find Caterina's basket. The movement happened again, this time he fully scanned the shifting clothes. Thermal scan detected heat and a heartbeat was present. Mouse... His processor concluded, and he moved a dark garment to see silver hair.
A small head popped out of the dark bundle, "I'm free!' The tiny voice squeaked.
The voice belonging to, "Father Nightroad?"
"Heh, heh," the littlest chuckle as the miniature Nightroad rubbed his head. "Hi Tres-kun..."
"Inquiry, why are you so small?"
"Don't ask... Could you help me out of here?" The littlest Nightroad lifted his arms up at the towering Father Tres.
"Positive," Tres, unsure of how to conduct the extraction, lowered his hand into the basket. Abel climbed up onto his hand, panting from the effort to dislodge himself from the clothes. "Now, how did my lord become so small?" (A/N: Woe, total Vampire Doll deja vĂ¹...)
"I DON'T KNOW!" Even bellowing at the top of his lungs, Abel sounded like a whispering child to Tres. "Just find someone that can fix this QUICKLY!!"
Tres' processor deemed that Nightroad's current condition took precedence over Caterina's previous task and he nodded in agreement before beginning his new quest to find a solution to this problem. "Tell me what occurred before this."
"I was just bringing down my laundry! I was rummaging through it, I thought I left some candy in one of my pockets... And I FELL INTO THE BASKET!!"
"..." Tres was confused, he couldn't process as to how someone of Father Nightroad's size and weight could just become so small as to be lost it a sea of clothes.
"I KNOW! I don't understand it either!" Abel rubbed his throat, "This yelling is getting to me... Tres-kun? Can you possibly get me some water? I don't even think I can turn on the fauset without drowning..."
"..." Tres knew that due to his current size and past experience that Father Nightroad ran a high risk of drowning himself if he let him conduct it on his own. "As you wish, I shall get you some water, but first you can explain to the Duchess of Milan your predicament."
"..." The oddest look crossed the small Abel's face, "You're taking me to HER?!"
"My Lady will know who can help if not possibly what to do."
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear..." Abel kept repeating those words as Tres made his way to Lady Caterina. "At least hide me!!" Tres looked down at the odiously distraught Abel. "I can't have her see me like this without some sort of warning!! It could shock her!"
"..." Somewhere among all those wires and gears, Tres understood that it would be better to warn his superior of Abel's condition before showing the tiny priest to her. Nodding, he simply held Abel behind his back as he knocked at the door.
"Come in." Once he came into her view, "Oh, Tres, did you find it?"
"Negative, the search has been postponed do to a more pressing circumstance."
"Something more important? What is it, what's wrong?"
"It's my lord... Father Abel Nightroad is..."
"Abel? What of Abel? Is he all right? Did he get in trouble with the sweets vendor again?"
"No, he is currently," Abel squeaked as the platform he was standing on, A.K.A Tres' hand, moved, bringing the crouching priest into view.
"Hi Caterina!" He raised his hand.
"Currently six inches high..."
Abel tried to smile as Caterina blinked at him. She frowned, before her eyelids started to close. "TRES CATCH HER!!"
Tres nearly dropped Abel as he wrapped his arms around Caterina's limp form. Abel ended up clinging to Tres' fingers for dear life, knowing even the small fall to the floor might kill him at his current height. "My Lady?"
"She should be all right, just a shock... Tres-kun, could you help? I'm going to," he slipped, lucky enough to land on Tres' waiting hand. "Thanks... Now, what're we going to do with her? Hey! Can you put her in her chair? It is closest..." Tres did as Abel said, after placing the tiny priest on the desk, though he had knew a bed would be better for her.
"I should go retrieve 'Professor'. He may have some idea as to how to solve this problem." Before Abel could speak up, Tres was already out of the room.
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Abel plopped down on the desk, watching for any signs that Caterina was trying to wake. 'What have I gotten myself into?' He huffed out a sigh, suddenly aware of a groan coming from the young woman. "Eep?" He squeaked, looking around for something to hide behind, fearing that she'd faint again if she woke up to see the tiny man sitting in front of her.
"Uh," too late, he couldn't find one before her eyes focused on him. "Abel?" He forced a smile and nodded, hoping she could see his expression clearly. "This has to be a dream..."
"If it is, we're sharing a nightmare. I'm really only six inches tall... and I have no idea how it happened. Tres-kun went in search of some help," the doors suddenly burst open, causing Abel to jump and turn towards them.
"Tres, you see, there's something wrong with your..." Abel smiled and waved at the ranting 'Professor' as he caught sight of the tiny priest. "Abel? ..." His eyes narrowed at the nod Abel cave in reply, "Tres, I think I need a," Tres shoved an empty chair under 'Professor' before he fell suddenly weak kneed into it. "Thank you," Abel was starting to worry, the other priest's voice had gone monotone, it even caught Tres' attention.
"My lord, status report?"
"I'll, be all right Tres, just a shock is all," 'Professor's' eyes continued to search Abel as if to find out it was a doll setting on Caterina's desk rather than the worried priest.
"Uh, It's really me," 'Professor's' eyes nearly bugged out of his head when Abel finally spoke. "Um, TRES-KUN? CAN YOU GET US SOME TEA INSTEAD OF WATER? I think we all need it..." Abel had to practically scream to get his voice to carry all the way over to Tres, but the machine nodded before leaving the room again. "Can you come closer please? My voice hurts from all this yelling."
"Uh, sure," 'Professor swallowed before finally moving his chair up right next to the desk.
"Abel, what exactly happened?"
"I was looking for something in the laundries and I suddenly fell into the basket... Then I got tangled in clothes and realized I was this small." The doors opened again, this time much calmer as Tres came in carrying a tray with a pot and several cups. "Tea? Yay, tea's here! THANK YOU TRES-KUN!" Abel wasn't yelling to get his voice to Tres' ears but out of pure happiness at the sight of the overly large, to his small body, tea cup. "Uh, oh dear... Um..." Abel looked about for help, the cup was half his size, he'd never be able to lift it, let alone drink from it.
"I have already found a solution to that problem," Tres moved the cup in front of Caterina, who's cup it was ment to be, and placed a small thimble into Abel's tiny hands. "It has been cleaned," Abel could just blink as Tres carefully filled the small 'cup'. "You are on your own as to the sugar." The, huge to Abel, bowl of cubes was set in front of Abel, who blinked at it with wide eyes. One cube was bigger than his hole 'cup'.
"I think we just found a solution as to our Sugar Problem..." Caterina chuckled politely behind her hand at 'Professor's' remark.
"I AM NOT STAYING THIS SIZE!!" The squeaky voice caused her to laugh full out, giving Abel a start. After taking a moment to appreciate Caterina's laughter, he found, "IT'S NOT FUNNY!! You try being six inches high! IT ISN'T FUNNY!" He couldn't hold back a smile as her laughter just continued, suddenly aware that 'Professor's' laughter behind him. "And YOU! FIX THIS!!"
"I... haven't... the slightest... as to how..." He spoke through fits of laughter. Abel let out a defeated huff. This was going to be the longest, and worst day of his carrier.
And it could only get worse. The doors flew open, "Hey chicka, whad you need ta see me about?" Father Leon burst into the room, eyes suddenly falling on the small, thimble holding, priest. One look was all it took, Dandelion fell to the floor, clutching his sides, in laughter.
"Definitely not my day..." In all his, many, years, he had never been so embarrassed.
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"Are you quite finished?" Caterina wasn't amused, not outwardly anyway, and continued to glare at the still laughing Leon.
"It isn't that funny," Abel grumbled into his 'cup'. He was still trying to figure out how to fit a cube of sugar into it. He wasn't drinking it without sugar.
"No, that really is Father Four-eyes, isn't it?" Abel nodded, though his expression was dark. "How did...?"
"I DON'T KNOW!!" The squeak in his voice sent Leon into another fit of laughter. "IT IS NOT FUNNY! STOP LAUGHING DANDILION!!"
"What's the itty bitty Crusnik going to do about it?"
Abel, finally, had it. Eyes turning red, his form seemed to blur as he rushed at the laughing priest. "LEON!" They rest were so started to see the tiny form suddenly sailing across the room toward the door, that they didn't even have time to blink before a little Crusnik landing on Leon's head. "Gr," Caterina was so stunned at the sight of the small black-winged figure pulling on Father Leon's hair that it took her some time to start laughing at the strange sight.
After much cursing from a flailing Father Leon, 'Professor' started to smile, "Let go, get off you little devil!! Ah, stop it! Gotcha!" The little Crusnik was suddenly snatched out of the air, by a triumphant Leon.
"Guess again," a small scythe suddenly erupted from the captives hand, it sliced down into Leon's coiled fingers, causing another curse and Abel's freedom.
"HA ha, take that!" Caterina covered her eyes, still laughing as a small bolt of lightning shot from the scythe, causing Leon to curse and rub where it struck.
"Abel! That's enough!" She spoke once she finally composed herself.
Abel stopped his circling of the frustrated priest, only to frown at he and finally landing on the desk, his wings drooping as he bowed his head. "He started it..." She couldn't help but smile, he sounded like a punished child.
"I know, and I had sent for him, BEFORE," she sent one of her steel glares Leon's way, "I knew of this incident. In fact you should've been here hours ago!" Leon flinched a bit before putting on his carefree expression "Tell NO ONE, of this. I will speak with you later, you're dismissed."
"You're just going to let him leave?! He'll tell EVERYONE, and if not he'll blackmail me for the rest of his life!!"
"I'm so getting a camera, thanks for the idea, Squeak!" Leon quickly disappeared behind the closing the doors.
"NO!! I'm ruined... No Methuselah will fear me now," Abel pouted, still in Crusnik mode.
Caterina chuckled. Unable to help it, she rested her hand, well finger, on Abel's small shoulder, "I'll dispose of the camera later... Though, if it's electrical, you should have enough voltage to damage it," Abel turned reddened puppy dog eyes at her before a sinister look crossed his face. Even with his small stature it caused her to give a shiver.
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Author's Corner
WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!
Chibi Abel: What's with the laugh?
Author: (VgrinsV) Welcome to the corner of Pay and Back. (Pulls out camera) It's adoritable!!
Chibi Abel: NO! DON"T STOP!! (Cowaring and blind from flashes) Gr... Chibi Crusnik: That's it!
Author: (Dumps glass of water on Chibi 'nik's head) Try to shock me, just try... (Took physics in school)
Chibi Crusnik: (Changing back) I'll FRY!!
Author: Exactly!
